he speaks....
 

riddle me this and riddle me that,
you need to get rid of yah riddles cause what you spitten is wack

Hes needs a doctor..better yet.... a proctologist..//
Cuz from all this...he doesnt spit...he just swallows dick!!(lol...I see you just need a sense of humor....ur LLLLAAAAMMMMEEEE!!!!)

OOOOoooookkkkKKKKKKAAAaaaaayyyYYYY!!!!..NEXT!?!

On a mic,I call da shots like an ~apartment service~
I spit flames big enough to make fire ~departments nervous~

I know its played but I spit it at 9 years old

Nigga,u couldnt beat me even if u got lucky
cause even if Micheal Jackson was on da mic,you still couldnt touch me

haha....get ur burger and drink ready...cuz im about to serve you extra crispy...


wit spits like this how could b reppin memphis? bitch ur "half-bent"
thinkin u "coldsteel" but ur freestyles are past "old"...their "past-tense"--

OK-K-K-KKAYYYY???!!!

Talkin like a real Vet..He dont want no beef//
Adrenaline aint nothin but a house pet...that aint got no teeth!!

put words and lines together like a chain link necklace
ill beat you like eggs and serve you like breakfast

you a shit talker yeah i see dookie stains on ya verses/
clutchin ya asshole like a fag holdin purses/

Dicks stay on your lips...
...Like the Jamaican in my avy with a 'Reef'
Ya 'Shit Spits'...
...Leave stink marks like a Queef
Chris n Neef, even Younggunners
In the special olympics is the only time your a FrontRunner

haha...amateur...

Frank Castle?..u got nine posts and u talkin to a professional?
i'll destroy u like a sand castle,facin me...well I guess~ur~dumb--

Yea kids im back ready to blast back strap gats
Scrap catz till they fall back rap whack riddlemethat

Too many niggas think they can handle me/
Till i Bust loaded clip/
And Fill em like a cavity

Fuckin wit ATL nigga i'll start Blastin/
Dis 9 will touch u up on ya Ass/
Like Micheal Jackson

When I bang Harder/
I get Respect like coach carter/

You Say You Gettin Ki's from da bahammas/
When u just get a house key from ya momm

Bitch nigga i'll turn ur white tee red/
Ya moms cryin in da bed/
Cuz she turned on Fox 5/
and they said u was dead

Nigga i dont care if Run wit Blood/U can beleive that/I stay Rockin Blue/And nigga i stay wit da blue totin gats/Run up to me wrong/The Gang u rep u gonna bleed that

You say u catch Figures by blastin yo heat/When really u numbers by watchin Seseme Street

Your whole Click is full of Bitches/I get homo niggas to run up on ya/Bang ya till ya asshole to ya back need stitches

To All theses niggas think they hard Wit Da Dipshits/I got poisin dip tips/Aimim high at a diptrick/You better Dipbitch/before my hollw slugs Dip/And Ya Crippin boy just has a hollow Clip